Great game! You got a shootout! I snort a laugh, and Vas looks over in surprise. I hold up my phone in answer. Shutout. Whatever, same thing. You were very skilled at defending the crease. No puck breached your five-hole. Nobody was going to score a backdoor tonight, not in your kitchen. Okay, that’s enough, get off of the internet. Hockey terms are fucking WEIRD.
They really are, though
